Kim's Journey Of A Lifetime

Kim's Journey Of A Lifetime Chapter3

Chapter 3

I just walked in on my mom and...Deacon K.C.? I almost can't believe this, but I can. Because it's my mother, 'Pastor' Mary. She probably tricked him into kissing her. Or maybe she just did it and for some strange reason, he didn't pull back. I'm so sick of her, I could punch a hole in the wall.(almost ripped the skirt, she snatched it so hard. She had been stuffing clothes:underwear,t-shirts, pants, shorts, jeans, skirts,blouses, even dresses into a big a duffel bag and a suitcase. And was throwing shoes into a large black trashbag.) Oh, that's right if I do that, the house might fall down. God, I hate this house. And who painted it??? The colors are so cheap and tacky. Definitely not a match! I'm really running away. This is my chance for freedom. Break the enslaving chains of torture and ridicule. To be out, on my own, and grown. Ooh boy!(Now she was throwing stuff like shampoo,hair-grease, oil,combs,perfumes,make-up into a purse and she even threw in her piggy bank. This purse was big.) This is also my chance for failure. To end my life. To lose my chance at reaching my goals. To become a begger. A prostitute. No, I'm not like that. A drug-dealer, maybe? No. Definitely not. To become a bum? A hoe....A ho.... A hobo!?!?! . A million thoughts were running through my mind. And I cursed myself at how ridiculous I was sounding...No, of course not. That won't happen. I got God on my side. I think...(She got down on her knees, saying a quick prayer.)

"Lord, thanks for everything. Thanks for my breakthrough and all my support. Lord, please help me to learn, grow and prosper from this. And in the process, please protect me from all the danger. Bless everybody everywhere. In Jesus name, amen."

"Saying a prayer, are we now?" It was her.

"I don't wanna talk to you. Get out!" I was furious as hellfire, itself. I suddenly had the urge to hit her in her throat but, I restraint myself.

"You don't have to talk, just listen. It's really not what you think. Deacon had just came over to discuss some important matters but it was too hot to be outside or sitting in the living room. So went in the bedroom, where there was no chairs and so we had to share the bed and-"I cut her off.

"Get out! Look, I don't care to hear your lies or whatever. (I started shaking my head out of disgust and maybe, disappointment) You're only deceiving yourself. YOU of ALL people should know, you gotta answer up to God. Now get out. " Her face was blank and she turned to leave and walked away. I thought: finally! Then the woman turned back around. I walked over to her where she was still standing in the hall outside my bedroom.

"I'll call the police if I have to get you to stay." She said with a weird face, as if she had a secret weapon. My two words were,

"Call them!" and with that, I slammed the door and locked it.

"I'm gonna make sure I get it right. I'm still gonna be a big business woman! What do I need??? A birth certificate!" (and with that she started looking through a box of papers. And she found that, and a social security card, and her car registration papers which, were supposed to be in her car. And even a recent report card that had all A's and B's. Mind you, this was the 'important papers box'. She grabbed all of these and stuffed them into her purse. Along with her cellphone charger, mp3 player and charger, and wallet.) I was looking at that locked door, ain't no way in hell, I'm going back through the doors. I can't handle what happened last time. I might kill her. Naw, I wouldn't kill her, mabye hospitalize her but not kill her, not my momma. But I sure as heck wasn't fin to back down. I'll just sneak through my window. Thank God, this house is only one story not two or four.

My cell started ringing, Wayne. Perfect timing.

"Hello, Wayne?"

"Hey baby, wassup."